I was a neglected sperm; this Small Cell, already a cellwhich makes his alveoli become the galls in a dried leaf,bronchus knotted like Medusa’s dreadlocks.Unlike creating me, he has created an evil.His blood carries it till the dead end,like a father carries his child,like life carries death.

His breath, as sweet as any father’s to his daughter , now melts my face. I breathe behalf of him – my nostrils are his.I want to be his exhaled air and push this cell outbefore it divides ceaselessly. Does it recognizemy early form hidden in every one of his cell?It is neither my twin nor my sibling.We are not even.

He detached me from his flesh, even from the beginning,as if he never wanted me, as if I weren’t placid enough to remain in his body. Now that the creator and the destroyer exist as one, his creation won’t be the same,and none will survive.

Like the metal is eaten by its own rust.Like burls made out of very bark.